#obella sand

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Obella Sand, Ellaria Sand, Dorea Sand, Loreza Sand

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Arianne and the littler sand snakes 🐍🐍🐍🐍

[martellweek]

"The Martell banner is a red sun pierced by a golden spear. Their words are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

— from january 13th to january 20th:

— #martell week • to celebrate house martell and its amazing characters;

— the "character of the day" category is an extra, you can just interact with the prompts ♡;

— remember to mark the posts with the tag :))

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Great houses of Westeros - House Martell of Sunspear

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Etymology of the Martell and Sand’s Names

Doran, Dorea: Doran is an Irish and Gaelic name that means "fist, stranger, exile." It could also be an invented masculine version of the name Dora, which derivated from the Greek word doron (gift, freely given, without cost). Dorea was probably named after him.

Mellario: her name is an actual Latin adjective derivated from the word mellarius (of honey, related to honey, beekeeper).

Arianne: a variation of Ariana, which itself is a latinized version of the Greek name Ariadne (most holy). In Greek mythology Ariadne was the granddaughter of the sun god Helios, helped Theseus escape the labyrinth by giving him thread and married Dionysus, the god of grape-harvest, winemaking, orchards and fruit, fertility and festivity.

Quentyn: misspelling of Quentin, a French name derivated from the Latin name Quintinus (the fifth).

Trystane: misspelling of Trystan, a Welsh name that derivated from the French word triste (sad, sorrowful).

Elia: probably after the sun god Helios in Greek mythology or a shortening of the Late Latin name Aeliāna, the feminine form of Aeliānus (of the sun). It could also be a shortening of the Hebrew name Eliana (my God answered me, God answered my prayer) or a misspelling of the Old German name Ellia (other, foreign).

Oberyn, Obara, Obella: Oberyn is probably a misspelling of Oberon, the fairy king from from A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. The name Oberon is derived from the Old High German name Alberich, composed by the words alb (elf) and rih (ruler, king). Obara is probably named after him, unless she’s named after obara, the Slovene meat and vegetable stew that was usually prepared for celebrations. Same with Obella, unless her name is a misspelling of Abella, which comes from the Hebrew name Abel (breath, vapor).

Ellaria: could be a misspelling of the Hebrew name Elliora (God is my light) or the Old English name Ellerey or Elleree (alder tree).

Nymeria: probably an invented name compounded by the Greek word nymphe (young woman, bride, young wife) and the Greek name Maria, which derivated from the Roman surname Marius and could come from Mars the war god, maris (male) or mare (sea). Maria could also derivate from the Hebrew name Myriam (rebellious) which once was mistranslated to Latin as Maryam (drop of the sea). It could also be a misspelling of the Greek name Nereides (clear, unmistakable, true) which is also the patronymic of fifty sea nymphs that accompany Poseidon, god of the sea, and often help sailors in Greek mythology. It could also be delivered from the Arabic noun nimer (tiger) but I don't think it very likely.

Tyene: could be a misspelling of Tine or Tinah, both variations of Tina, which itself derivated from the shortened version of Latin female names like Bettina (diminutive of Elizabeth (God is my oath, God’s promise), Christina (follower of Christ), Constantina (constant, steadfast), Martina (follower of Mars) or Valentina (strong, healthy). It could also be a misspelling of thyme or of the Spanish verb tiene (he/she has).

Sarella: probably a misspelling of Sarah, an Hebrew name derived from the word sar (chief, ruler, prince), with the female suffix ella added at the end.

Loreza: either a misspelling of Lorenza or Lorena, both derivated from the Latin surname Laurentius which derivated from the noun laurus (laurel, laurel tree).

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[amorevolousfaith]

Chapter 10: Entanglement Of Scales(18+)

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Warnings 2.0: Dirty talking, Breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, oral (female receiving), Oral (Male receiving), Electrical Shocks???, Unprotected Penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!) 

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I press my lips to Oberyn’s as we stumble into my chambers, his facial hair scratching against my skin and palms as I cup his face. Oberyn’s hands fall to his armor to unknot them as I’m sure he has done thousands of times before. Thumps of the heavy leather armor bounces through the room leaving him in just the underclothing, in which state I take over undressing him while his hands move to grab at my body through my silk.

“Have me viper, have me and I’ll have you.” I whisper against his lips as I lift his shirt. Oberyn pulls his body out of the shirt before bringing it back to mine, “When you first told me that you fucked those you keep, it made me cautious.” He confesses, wrapping his fingers around the sashes of my kimono. “But then your son told me it was only a ruse of sorts to protect your heart. That the one’s you fuck are some of your closest friends, the ones you will keep in your heart forever.” He murmurs pulling at the top of my kimono, lowering down to expose my shoulders so he may press his lips to them.

“Had I known you’d keep me in your heart I would have been less hesitant.” He whispers, pulling the silk away from body and letting it fall to the floor. I drag my hands along his skin, occasionally tracing a deep scar as he presses his lips into every groove of my throat and shoulders. “Savior it Viper, for I leave before the sun rises. I suggest you leave for Dorne as soon as you can.” I murmur softly, “Let’s not talk in the future, lets talk in the now. Like how I’m going to bury my tongue in your cunt, before I fill you with my next bastard.” He grins viciously. I quirk an eyebrow at him before taking him by his trousers and dragging him over to the bed. Shoving him down to sit before straddling him, “They will not be a bastard but a Dragkoi and Martell, born from blood of the blue dragon and the venom of a deadly viper.” I whisper pushing my hips down over Oberyn’s hard cock.

The man groans into my lips, “I did not know you were Targaryen?” He mocks. I scoff with an eye roll, “The Targaryens HAVE Dragons Viper, The Dragkois ARE the dragons.” I whisper, pressing my lips to his throat and releasing a spark. “Fuck!” Oberyn groans, I grind my hips down on my, running my cunt over the outline of his cock that's pressed firmly against the fabric of his trousers. “Should you fill me with your child, I must warn you I do not carry bloodlines, I raise warriors.” I purr sliding down from his lap to my knees, Oberyn’s eyes follow me, desire raging like the waves of the sea. “Your child will not be bastard, but a warrior if they choose, a healer if they wish, a leader if they so desire.” I whisper slowly, pulling Oberyn’s trousers off with each little phrase. “But even as a dragon they will be a Martell, a Sandsnake.” I smile as Oberyn’s pops free, thick and at the ready. “A Sandsnake of Dorne.” I hum out before dragging my tongue from base to tip, “It would make a fine new clan to add to my empire.” I coo before sinking my mouth down on Oberyn’s cock.

The man above me hisses and forces himself to look at me as I hollow out my cheeks and press my nose into the curls at the base of his cock. I drag myself back up before pushing back down, I keep my eyes with his searching for that fire that rages inside him. “Perhaps send some of your girls,” I suggest after pulling myself off of him, I lick along his shaft again, “They’d make the perfect foundation to Clan Sandsnake.” I murmur before sucking gently on the tip of his cock. Oberyn throws his head back at the sensation, “I’d love your girls the way I loved mine, love them the same way you love Mori.” I purr popping off.

A snarl rips from the man’s throat as he suddenly reaches down and drags me up the bed, this time it’s him sinking down to the floor. I let him toss my legs apart before he’s thrusting two fingers into my cunt, I moan freely at the feeling, his battle worn fingers creating the perfect texture against my walls. I gasp feeling his tongue press against my clit, I look down my body to see Oberyn staring up at me, his eyes swirling with determination, but no fire. It seems I haven’t pushed him far enough yet. “Two children and your cunt is still tight like a virgin.” He hums against my bundle of nerves. “Their father preferred the company of his loose concubines while I was to remain only to him. I've taken few lovers since then.” I breathe out laying back to soak up the sensation of his hand and mouth. “What a damn fool.” He snarls before sucking roughly and pressing his fingers deep into the soft spot of my walls.

A moan rips from me and I can feel the man grin, I thread my fingers through his hair and use the grip to urge him along, even if the man needs no urging at all. “Fuck Oberyn.” I whine as he strikes the bundle again, there's a rush of heat in my stomach and a spark in my veins. “I feel it, you know.” He muses, striking that spot again. “That spark inside of you, I feel it every time I press here.” He chuckles, making a point to hit the soft spot again. The heat in my gut builds and pulses thumps rapidly. “Oberyn.” I plead softly, only to whine as he leans forward and drags his tongue over my clit. “Please!” I hiss, pulling at his hair. Oberyn doesn’t reply, only thrusts his fingers forward and presses into that same spot while his lips suck against my clit. It’s just what's needed to see stars, the heat in my stomach flushes and there's a small spark that pops off my body.

I heave in deep breaths as Oberyn pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. He leans over the top of me and presses his lips to mine, I move my hands to cup his cheeks and deepen the kiss. When he pulls away I look into his eyes, looking, but still no fire. “Come on Viper,” I call softly pushing my legs up to wrap around his waist, “Show me the man who bred the sandsnakes.” I challenge running my thumbs over his cheek bones. Oberyn’s eyes darken and his hands pull at my legs, I exhale sharply feeling the head of his cock press against my opening.

“Is that what you want from me (y/n)?” He hisses, “A sandsnake? A daughter for your Empire?” He snarls, forcing his cock inside of me. I throw my head back at the split, the searing heat burning along my walls as the stretch pulls at everything else. “Not a daughter, your daughter.” I whisper breathlessly, opening my eyes to look at him, “Or perhaps, you may fuck a son into me.” I dare. Oberyn’s eyes flare to life, there it is, there’s the fire. Oberyn’s lips curl around his teeth as he thrusts forward violently, the stretch not yet faded and heat still burning. My eyes snap close as my hands grab at the flesh of his back.

“Is that it? Are you going to be the one to bear me a son?” He snarls thrusting so hard my body is pushed further up the bed, Oberyn’s hip following after not daring to let me escape. “My tenth child, a son, just like the ninth.” He growls so deep I feel it rumble from his naked chest against mine. I claw at his back and he hisses, violently lifting up and raising my leg over his shoulder, his arm wraps around it and presses it to his chest to keep it there. His thrusts ripping threw me as the burning sensation goes deeper, a familiar heat building in my gut.

“I feel it again, that spark that runs through you when you cum. It'll feels so good around my cock. Give it to me dragon, let me feel it!” He groans out leaning forward keeping my leg at his shoulder, the angle allows his cock to reach that soft spot inside me. “OBERYN!” I screech digging my nails into his forearms, “Cum on my cock dragon, cum on my cock so I can feel your spark. Fucking give it to me.” He growls forcing his hips to bruise mine. “I’ll cum so hard, so deep. Fuck in my child you want so desperately.” He snarls, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine. “Almost. Almost.” I plead through a small sob, Oberyn bares his teeth again, his eyes raging with fire as he brings one hand to press into my clit.

White blinds my vision as the heat in my gut flushes and a volt shoots through my body. A curse left Oberyn as he violently shoved his body forward and pressed all his weight onto me. My mouth falls open when I feel a hot rush flush inside of me, running so deep I don’t think it’ll ever come out. I keep my forehead pressed to his as we come down from the euphoria, our breathing merges, neither exhaling or inhaling but all together.  Oberyn waits until his cock softens before pulling away falling beside me, only to pull me on top of him so I may bare my back to the air and allow him to trace the ink on my back. I trace the scars along his chest and soak up the warmth he radiates, “Are you leaving before the sun rises?” He mummers, “Afraid so Viper.” I whisper in return.

“I’ll miss you,” I breathe softly, “Not for long.” He chuckles. I lift my head to look at him, “When your son lashed out after the trial he came to me, angry and in raged. I too told him it wasn’t his place to battle the mountain. He yelled at me telling me I wasn't his father there for I had no say, I admit it hurt quite a bit, but I looked at him and told him I didn’t care. I didn’t care because he was my son regardless, I have seen a man lose everything but even he didn’t cry the way your son did in that moment.” He confesses softly. “Once he pulled himself together, he demanded I come back to Jaenna with him, told me he didn’t care who I brought with me as long as I came. That he wouldn’t leave if I wasn’t coming with him, I told him that was childish. I told him that if he wanted me to come to Jaenna he must request me as The Emperor not as a boy. He thought long in hard my dragon, using the same face you do, and when he finally spoke he appointed me a Imperial adviser.” Oberyn recalls softly.

A smile beams across my face, “He really is growing.” I whisper. Oberyn hums, “I’ll go but I must first gather my daughters, if they are willing of course.” He sighs out. “I’ll be waiting, I wasn’t lying about appointing you girls as a clan. Nobel status if they so want it, keeping the bastard name sand to remind them where they’ve come from. Clan Sandsnake, a sigil of a snake in a sun, bastards of the second prince of Dorne as title.” I offer with a smile, “That dearest (y/n), is for them to decide.” He chuckles. “As it should be,” I hum out. There’s a soft silence between us, one we occupy with tracing hands before he speaks again.

“I still grieve for her.” Oberyn spoke softly, “The grief of losing my sister still aches in my chest.” He confesses. “What is grief if not love preserving. I grieve my daughter everyday, because I fight to continue to love her and not forget her.” I murmur softly, running my fingers soothingly over his chest. “Continue to grieve your sister Oberyn, continue to love her rather than forget her,” I  advise quietly. “You are a lot like her, you know.” He chuckles softly, “Oh?” I prompt with a soft smile, “Many things interested her yet nothing satisfied her entirely. Curious in ways I’ve only seen you compared to.” He muses. “Perhaps if I had met her we would have caused more trouble than you’d know what to do with.” I joke, “The only beautiful fantasy I would truly fear.” Oberyn laughs.

A knock on my chamber door then the entrance of a servant pulls us away from each other, “It’s time to prepare for departure, Empress.” She announces. Oberyn and I let out twin sighs, quickly I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I hope to see you very soon Viper.” I whisper, “Wouldn’t dare keep you waiting dragon.” He grins.

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Eight daughters of Oberyn Martell

Since we know quite a lot about the older four snakes, my couple of headcanons are dedicated to Ellaria's girls.

Elia is commonly known as Lady Lance due to her weapon of choice, although her family mostly calls her El. It is said that her wild personality is the dangerous mix of House Uller's infamous madness and Oberyn's own proneness to trouble. It is, most likely, the reason why she is the favourite Sand Snake of the inhabitants of Hellholt. Elia is brash, cocky and adventurous. She loves travelling no less than her father does and dreams of visiting all the places he told her about. Elia styles herself simply and comfortably. Her enormous love for horse riding and jousting usually results in her looking like a sweating mess and smelling like a horse, which Ellaria tries to fix without much success. Oberyn jokes that Elia would prefer to live in the stables rather than in one of the palace rooms. She is the most capable fighter among Ellaria's daughters and a splendid swimmer. Her activities sometimes lead to her getting hurt, but Elia is very careless when it comes to injuries. She worships her older sisters, particularly Obara.

Obella is sometimes compared to her sister Tyene when it comes to the softness of their demeanor, but while Tyene's angelic face hides her deadliness, Obella's innocence is genuine. The influence of her sisters does awake her own mischievous side at times, but timidness and preference for solitude are more characteristic of her personality. These traits are what she has in common with her cousin Quentyn, and her company is the least burdening for him among the Sand Snakes. Obella looks the most like her aunt Elia out of her generation, and Oberyn happens to rant about naming the wrong daughter after his sister. She has a collection of different accessories that she wears daily, some of them are Oberyn's gifts from foreign lands. Obella prefers a bow to other kinds of weapons (although she never actually uses it for hunting), but she still carries a knife for the sake of self-defence. Her inclinations are more peaceful than those of her sisters: she enjoys reading and playing musical instruments. Obella is very close to her mother.

Dorea got her name in honour of her uncle Doran, who in turn was named after his paternal grandmother, Dorleen Toland. Much like her mother and sister Obella, she enjoys dressing beautifully and chooses the colours of her parents' houses most often. Dorea is easy-going and as prone to causing trouble as the majority of her older sisters. Both she and Loreza are known to be good at dancing. Her weapon of choice is a morningstar, which she sometimes uses to knock her beloved oranges, pomegranates and lemons off the trees. Dorea is sociable and has a honeyed tongue that, along with her charming smiles, make it easy to like her company. However, her subtle and cunning personality, integral part of her pleasant public persona, as well as the interest in political intrigues that she grew up around in Sunspear, also make her a potentially important figure in the Dornish court. According to her family, Dorea inherited it from her uncle along with the name. Despite her bastardy, there were a couple of men of high station who offered her marriage.

Loreza, affectionately nicknamed Loree by her family members, fully inherited her parents' flirtatious nature. She is amorous and therefore known to have quite a number of relationships. Piquant Dornish wine is her favourite drink since her very youth, and she drinks it regularly in small quantities for the sake of pleasure. In terms of looks, Loreza is the spitting image of Ellaria with Oberyn's viper eyes. She is good at sewing and finds the occupation relaxing. Most of the simple yet pretty dresses she wears are actually the products of her own work. In the same time, she uses her dagger no less skillfully than she does her needle, and it helps her greatly against the people who think they can take too many liberties with her. Loreza is fond of flowers, often using them for her outfits, and finds great joy in spending her time in the man-made blooming oases among the sands. Even though she has an air of carelessness around herself, Loreza is rather patient, unlike her mostly hot-headed sisters, and has a good memory. These traits make her a quick learner.

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what do you think will happen to each of the sand snakes?

Obara Sand - either captain of the guards or Arianne's Justiciary

Nymeria Sand - dead. If she survives, she'll remain at Sunspear as Arianne's advisor or she'll live with the Fowler twins

Tyene Sand - also dead. If she survives, I see her having the same role as Nymeria

Elia Sand- heir to House Uller

Sarella Sand - seeking knowledge. Likely to follow Oberyn's footsteps and travel through Essos

Dorea Sand - dead. Unfortunately she's at the Water Gardens right now and I'm 99% sure there will be an attack

Loreza Sand - living in Hellholt

Obella Sand - she's a cupbearer in Sunspear which will remain after the wars are over.

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Oberyn's Martell children "Sand Snakes" and his paramour Ellaria Sand

[dorneuniverse]

In 15 days we're hosting the SAND SNAKES WEEK! From June 23rd to June 26th, we will be celebrating the Sand Snakes: Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand and Loreza Sand..

We accept all kinds of posts including gifsets, headcanons, graphics, fanart, meta, fanfictions, videos, incorrect quotes, etc. Please use #Sand Snakes Week and #dornesolstice in the tags as it will make it easier to find your posts. We have also created a fic collection on AO3 specifically for the event and we encourage you to use #Sand Snakes Week and #dornesoltice tag on your fanfics.

The prompts are as follows

Day 1: Family

Day 2: Symbolism

Day 3: Dorne

Day 4: Modern AU

We welcome everyone to join in and have fun.

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Sand Snakes

Today I want to talk about the Sand Snakes.

As I was watching ‘Game of Thrones’ having read the books, I was so excited for these girls to show up. To see them on screen and see how and different from one another they are. But then…

The show happened.

And you could not understand who was who. They were all dressed in the same way, all of them almost the twin of the other, and all with zero character. And their only power is the one that made us all forget about them. (As well as the entire Dorne Plot.)

The Sand Snakes of Dorne are 8. They are all illegitimate daughters of Oberon Martell, who in the years had many lovers and due to that the first 4 girls were born from different mothers; while the last 4 are all daughters of Ellaria Sand.

The Sand Snakes live in Dorne and they make their entrance in the story after the death of their Father and they want vengeance, of course against the Lannisters.

In the show we saw them acting as Ellaria’s minions, but it is not like that.

Ellaria is devastated after the death of her lover and she doesn’t think that vengeance would benefit anyone. But the Sand Snakes do not see it that way.

Of course Lorenza and Dorea are very young, but they look up to their sisters. Elia is growing up and becoming dangerous and restless. Obara is the eldest of the girls and she is very upset for what happened she dislikes Marcella Lannister that is now in their realm. While for Nymeria and Tyene, Prince Doran has other plans. Nymeria is going to sit in the King’s Council in King’s Landing as a compensation for Oberyn’s death, while Tyene is going to infiltrate to spy on the High Sparrow.

They are going to be pro active in the War in King’s Landing and I can’t wait for it!

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken!

Let me know your thoughts about it, who is your favorite Sand Snake?

Mine is Tyene. The one with Angel face and keen on using poison.

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Some sketches of the Sand Snakes, daughters of Oberyn Martell and diferent women.

[alicenttully]

what do you think the endgame for each sand snake is?

·         Obara – Captain of Arianne’s guard.  Teaches self-defense lessons to smallfolk women, with a particular focus on sex workers.

·         Nymeria -  Serves as one of Arianne’s most trusted ambassadors when it comes to trade/negotiations between Dorne and Essos/the rest of Westeros.

·         Tyene – Develops several antidotes for poisons which she uses the profits to help benefit Dorne’s economy.  

·         Sarella-   Publishes a wildly successful book chronicling her adventures as Alleras in the Citadel. Her time in the Citadel serves as a precedent for other noble families to send their daughters (typically second or third-born) to earn a chain.  

·         Elia – Like the rest of her sisters by Ellaria, I see Elia being legitimized and thus becoming the future Lady of the Hellholt.  At this moment in the timeline,  she and Obella are courting several suitors and having a grand old time. Eventually,  Elia does marry a son of House Blackmont and has several sons, one of whom she names Oberyn.

·         Dorea – Grows up to become a talented painter and becomes highly sought after by noble families as a teacher for their daughters.    Her portrait of King Bran is considered one of her best works.

·         Loreza-   Has a calling for the Faith and becomes Septa Loreza.   Writes several influential books on the mysteries of the Faith and in collaboration with Arianne is responsible for helping to change several laws within the Faith that leads to long-lasting improvement for the lives of the small-folk and more accountability for the lords.